In Which an Elven Servant Suffers a Succubus to Live in Her Home Chapter 9 *** "Master!" I chirp with surprise, jumping a little. He rests a warm hand on my shoulder, "Didn't mean to startle you. Everything okay? You two aren't fighting again, are you?" "Not at all!" Lucy exclaims, "We're getting along better than ever." She pulls me in and kisses me d...
Have you ever had that feeling like you're being pranked? Not like, your friend poured tabasco into your coffee while you were in the bathroom, pranked, but an elaborate, TV style of prank, one with a super high budget and multiple cameras. That's how AJ was feeling, looking at the woman across from him, as she beamed back at him like a classic Hollywood s...
Why would anyone want to write naughty stories about characters who were very seldom, if ever, naughty? The question answers itself, really. <<<<<<<>>>>>>> In choosing to write erotica set in J.R.R. Tolkien's universe, one is immediately confronted with the nearly sexless nature of that universe. There aren't all...
Mrs. Molly Brett, at 38 years of age, found herself a bored, suburban housewife, her husband gone again, doing another of his museum-display designs and construction assignments. Idly thumbing through a small stack of woman's magazines, she stumbled on an article that caused a bolt of raw, sexual electricity to course through her body. She avidly read about...
Chapter 15: Mile High Club The orgy couldn't last forever, and even though the addition of Aiya and Tasha had stretched it out until the end of the weekend, when Sunday evening came, the four were cleaning up the room. It was hard to keep Sonya and Brook focused on task, because the two had kept on wanting to strip at any opportune moment to continue their...
When I was originally writing this, I never really had any intention of keeping Aiya's 'secret' a secret. The plan was pretty much to always bring Tasha into it so the two could have some 'adventures'. Once again, publishing a story that was written 10 years ago. ***** Chapter 4: New Beginnings "You mean a hermaphrodite?" Tasha raised an eyebrow. "Yep. T...
The air was finally cooling, but the wide planks of the dock still felt warm beneath my feet when we emerged from the lake. We both flopped down on our towels, not bothering to dry off right away. The air was still and soft, but the mosquitoes were blissfully few. We lay staring at the stars, savouring the peace of having the dock to ourselves. "Do we submi...
All rights reserved. (Special thanks to pennlady for all of her tireless editing work and of course thank you to Busty Jessica who inspires me with her wicked thoughts time after time.) Busty Jessica stretched, swung out of bed and walked over to the full-length mirror on the far wall. She admired her reflection for a few moments as she moved her hands up...
(Femslash. Rory/Paris/Ms. Peters. Notes. This story takes place after my story "Detention". As far as I can determine Ms. Peters, the faculty advisor for "The Franklin" never had her first name given. Therefore I have chosen one for her. As always, the characters are not mine. They are the creation of Amy Sherman-Palladino and belong to the WB and the CW. Th...
I was so horrified that our priest had seen me on the bus with a young man's hand on my thigh while my husband, Bill, looked on. Bill swore that Father Mick hadn't seen anything, but I wasn't so sure. He had been his usual jovial self on the bus, but it kept running through my head over and over again that he just couldn't have missed what was going on. I wo...